Swirl in the Rain

Swirl of the umbrella
Spinning the rain drops
Making that dance
Oh what a spectacle!

I stopped as the crowd gathered
Suddenly Aware of my self
The umbrella continued to swirl
My feet fell silent, stuck in my shackle.

My eyes filled with shame
I did what I shouldn’t have
Each accusing eye, a stranger
Each arm, a creeping tentacle.

The swirl and the dance
is not, what I must do
That’s not what’s expected
For some one who is ‘Respectable’.

The umbrella continued to swirl
rain drops washed me clean
My feet picked up the rhythm
My arms swirled in a happy circle.

I wonder who saw?
Which one of me they saw?
The crowd milled on
Too busy to notice the broken shackle

Published by Echoes of the soul

I am a dreamer I weave tales in my mind I am connected to you through these words through this screen across the virtual world I and my tales within

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